I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

imagine what he looked like. She said nothing, but she felt as if the

smoke was scorching her skin,

a crush on a boy,

feelings and reject her.

was saying, “Sorry,

she

she had said those things on purpose

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excuse. No one would believe that, let

Seth.

her face while Seth

to calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of. You’ve

that pep talk to herself, Isabella slowly

the rear-view mirror

would kill to be the wife of

wife… Seth frowned, something

the scene he had witnessed in the afternoon and

conversation explicitly stated Isabella wanted to

the president’s wife.

years and tended

you told me to and never left you. Even if you were

be hard for me not to fall for you.” Isabella tried to

praised Seth to stroke his

driver’s seat.

relaxed. Isabella tried to guess

saw was the back of his head. She could only rely on

hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out

ruffled her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going to

so why are

was fake, but the last part

in it, so it sounded genuine. Seth was already

after she said the last part of that sentence,

of what Gordon had said in the morning. That idiot wants

“You don’t want me to hold you back because you